Blue Veins • Rusame

Blue Veins

As Russia trudged through the snowy woods, hoping to stumble upon the cabin he had built for himself in case of emergency, he heard a scream. He knew that scream. It was not a scream that was heard very often, but a flashback to World War II brought it back all too vividly. Russia shook the thought out of his head and frantically looked around to search for the American. He ran in the direction it came from, calling out his name, and yelling in hope for a response. He ran until he reached the edge of the icy lake which was now covered completely with a layer of snow.

Russia's stomach dropped as he realized what probably happened. Knowing that the American had never been in the area before, he must've stumbled onto the lake and fell in. Russia immediately ran in search for the blond-haired boy, and choked up a little bit as he saw the American's plane badge from his coat nestled in the snow.

"Америка?!" he called out frantically, his voice cracking at the sight of the patch.

He kept running and finally saw a dark spot in the distance. He squinted and suddenly saw the brown jacket, the blond hair, the glasses. He starting sprinting in the direction of the body and once he reached him he let out a small shriek. He knelt down next to the body and immediately flipped the boy onto his back. America's face was a pale bluish-white, his eyelashes were covered in frost, and his lips had turned a dull shade of blue. Russia looked at him closely and saw he was still breathing, but knew it wouldn't be for much longer.

He lifted up America's limp wrist and slid the sleeve of the jacket up his arm. As the Russian checked his pulse, he couldn't help but notice the veins. The typically blue veins had turned an even deeper shade of blue, scaring the Russian beyond belief. They usually sunshine-y golden boy was now frozen, his arms covered in veins that Russia feared would stop flowing at any moment. Russia took off his jacket and wrapped it around the country in hopes that he would warm up. He hoisted the unconscious boy over his shoulders and ran as quickly as possible towards his house.

He ran for was seemed like an eternity before reaching his house. Every so often he would check America's pulse to make sure he was okay. He knew if he didn't reach his house in time he would never forgive himself.

Russia bursted through the door and immediately yelled,

"LATVIA I NEED YOUR HELP!"

He walked over to the couch and threw America onto it, immediately running to the closet to look for a blanket. He ripped off his wet jacket and scarf as he searched for the warmest one possible and went back over to the couch with four of the fluffiest blankets in the house.

"Russia what's going on- OH MY GOD" Latvia screeched as he saw America's dull blue face and wet body on the couch.

"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN JUST GET HIM SOME OF MY CLOTHES!" Russia commanded as he placed the blankets down on the coffee table.

Well this is going to be awkward, Russia thought to himself as he stripped the American of his jacket. He ripped the tie off of the boy and stripped him until he was down to his boxers.

"Do I really have to do this?" Russia muttered to himself as he looked down at the American in his underwear. As Latvia came downstairs with a pile of clothes he looked at the body on the couch and then looked back up at Russia with a confused expression.

"ITS FOR HIS OWN GOOD! NOW GIVE ME THOSE CLOTHES AND HEAT UP SOME WATER YOU IMBECILE!" Russia defended himself. Russia removed the country's boxers and made sure not to look at his um- "vital regions" as he dressed him in warmer clothes. Russia slid his warmest sweater and sweatshirt over the American's head, awkwardly slid on a pair of fuzzy pajama pants, put on three pairs of socks, and covered his hands with gloves. He also went over to the closet and topped it off with a scarf, a pair of earmuffs, and a bobble hat.

After covering him with his warmest clothes, Russia went on to wrap America like a burrito in four layers of blankets. Latvia came back with some heated water bottles and Russia carefully slid them near his chest, stomach, and back. Russia then picked up the giant American burrito and carried him upstairs to his room. The coach was soaking wet so he decided to let the boy sleep in his bed.

As America slept, Russia watched as his face turned from a dull blue back to his normal tan and warm complexion. He let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair he had been sitting in for an hour, watching America sleep. He had almost forgotten why he had run out of the house in the first place but then scolded himself once he remembered.

The whole reason why America nearly died was because he was too embarrassed by his own feelings. He never even gave the American time to respond.

"If I wasn't such an idiot we wouldn't be in this situation right now." Russia mumbled to himself. He would never be able to forget those blue veins. The scream, the blue, everything. Terrifying.

AYYYEEEE hope you guys liked this chapter.. it was fun to write! I had to research some shiz about Hypothermia w/ this one so I hope it's right?? Idk... Anyway.. Thank you for reading!! <3